Constantine

This is why women stay with their abusers. The second a closed fist swings into a woman's face is when the light of truth, clarity, and peace shines onto her soul for but a brief moment. A moment of uninhibited physical violence crumpling her to the floor. All of the hate, fear, scheming, tension, and confusion suddenly rushing out of her hamster brain to make room for the throbbing dull pain of her skull plate being dislodged or her sternum caving in from a perfect torso-rotated upper cut. When a woman experiences physical violence, she gets to feel what it means to be a man for a split second. In that glimpse she finds sheer comfort. Her world's hierarchy flattens in an instant as she's exposed to stakes far beyond her capability or reasoning. There is no other bitch, no competition, no threat to her psychology or social standing. There is only the immediate pain, shock, and the catatonic whimpering that follows. She is reduced to the state she always subconsciously desires to be in, a helpless baby. She is provided a physical catalyst to justify her wildly erratic emotions. She is given catharsis through violence. Her mind is a prison door. The key that unlocks it is slamming her head into the corner of a kitchen counter over and over again until she starts shivering. The Bulgarians have 372 folk fables they've told their children throughout history, each one containing important lessons for life. Of those, approximately 328 of those fables are about why it's important to beat your wife.